Montecarla

Aaaahhhh Montecarla. A magical place. At least you’d think so, cause more than often you will walk in at nite, and then somehow as you walk out the door to leave… oops… it’s day light outside.
Because this is the place that makes you do the walk of shame, on your way home as everyone else on the street is on their way to work.
This is a place where u have to have a membership to get in, because it’s that bad ass.
This is where — if Pirates of the Caribbean, Aladdin and an 80’s rock band had a baby — would live.
Where you get real stiff drinks and late night (dawn?) snacks.
Where you can smoke wherever whenever whatever you want and nobody cares.
Where you can have your cards read by a fortune teller, and sit, slouch or lay in the most comfortable leopard sofas ever.
Where you wait in line for the bathroom for 15 minutes ’cause — well, it’s busy.
Because this is the place where you after after after party (yes the after x4 party is somewhere else).
Because this is where the widest assortment of people-who-don’t-want-the-party-to-end and leopard-​print-​everything in town are.
And because you cannot skip this place. Thats why.